Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Faust,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.